Saturday, June 22, 2013
West Coast Whiplash, Part II
You know who has never seen My Fair Lady? James Best. We didn't know this going in, but it made watching the film at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion that much more exciting. He just didn't know how it was all going to end. What happens to Eliza's father? What is Freddie up to? Will they realize they love each other before it's too late? There were a lot of questions.
My dear brother got us tickets through the LA Conservancy's Last Remaining Seats, which show classic films in LA's classic movie houses. The Dorothy Chandler isn't a movie house, but is sure is classy. James (best) was deeply annoyed that he was so under-dressed for the venue. I think he was less embarrassed and more annoyed that a perfectly good dress-up occasion had slipped through his fingers.
In case you didn't realize, My Fair Lady is a looooooooooooooong movie. So long that we scrapped our dinner plans and hit up King Taco at about 12:30 am, where we ordered, and then, once we finished those, ordered again.
When I walked over to get our (second) order, I asked the woman behind the counter for their red sauce. She warned me that it's spicy and I said, "ok". Then, clearly not believing that I understood the gravity of the spice, she warned me again, this time with eyebrows raised. I stayed strong and she gave me what I asked for, and, yeah, she was right, it was really spicy.
We were feeling guilty about being there so late when a gigantic crowd of about 15 youths rolled up at 12:50 to order. We stopped feeling guilty and high-tailed it out of there.
We ended our time in California by eating lunch at home and letting Edie nap. James finished his puzzle and we hitched a ride to Long Beach. Walking across the tarmac to the airplane on a perfectly mild afternoon is the perfect way to say goodbye to California.